Oh say can you see by the same dawns early rise as me

THE SCIENCE OF THE CLOCKERS' HAND


AS only a tradesman I gave myself a name somewhere along the road, an' wrote upon the earth some thoughts of objective reflection -I now call a field of reflection and vision though I am not in possession of a degree in Opthomology I judged necessary for a real honorary success.


WHAT TIME IS IT ?

Who knows, goes ,and those that doesn't knows, doesn't goes.
Funny thing 'bout the way we talk - do we smell with our hands and goes with our noses, walk on fours and count with our toeses, reflect with our eyes, and say, "I'ze a'sea"-
"are there no noses who knowses" from the watery timed out rested resting thoughless seemed countless ticking asleep sleeping, to the awake awakening, to bear a truth? less mine own eyes sees to say "aze sees" and ......
Aye it is, is it? the tick in my ear or the clock in gear , I gotten to forgot of a loud nosier nose than noise I heard last year one day
when I made a mark on the wall ,
and today got a pain where most people dont know they've a sore in their sides, that moved round in my reflections and landed in my ear.

THE SCIENCE OF THE CLOCKERS HAND
PART TWO

A racing runned twice credit had
been reported debited once in each of
the parted pockets of the
ruined charge d'affair
from the illicit seduction
by a remote cousin
whose rooted weeping willow
did suffer
an earth shaking forclosure.

"Holy roots!"
she ("Sasafras") did retort
as he filed his report.
"I've not a balanced book or unforclosed check to convince the bank of this troubled half pocket threaten for his rank"

As either bastards and angels should be seen the same as they are from any direction
I've come to think some unfriendly cheating interest can stand two places at once
if his little step had made his head of big enough sizes to visit the the loving rises of double the real estate of the charge d'affairs' mistresses promiscuious prizes
That I as a rosier than nosier nose had made a mark one year at his over accomplished and stretched boasting noise
Witness'd never together

And known as a whole person
A air blown feathered fluttering
Tied as bilicled twins
Corded together in different winds

that a light winded feathering thorn doesth go round and round the weeping willows roots
and settled in my ear.

"So help me god"
And according to my own doctor's wise thinking mistress
who records the change
in each of our pockets
on every other witness to the doctors
visits



Marvin Eli Kirsh